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The Eclectic Pen - She canít make up her mind.

By: Nikki F.  
Date Submitted: 5/3/2007
Last Updated: 5/3/2007
Words: 186

  She canít make up her mind.

I want to run away, but I need him to follow.

Sitting next to him breathing
Is hard. Speaking,
Isnít possible. I need to talk,
But words donít come. And the worst is he doesnít notice,
Doesnít care. To him
I am just a girl. I am a girl
I want to scream, but I know I canít.
I canít talk, I canít breath.
My hands shake. Sitting
Next to him is torture. He bumps my knee, unaware,
Asks why I gasp. But I canít speak
His hand rests on his knee.

We lie on the floor together, both
Of us breathing hard, trying
To catch up to ourselves
His sent is so familiar and I
Can smell it even when Iím not with him.
His hands are on my neck, Iím giggling.
My shoulders are tense from his touch,
But I can reach my arms around him,
I can laugh, I can speak.

Every time he wants
To ask me a question I tense hoping
Itís not to tell me he wants me. I have
My breath, I control it, but I donít want to.
I wish it could be,
But I hold back because I want more.
I want less,
And I donít know.

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IONE L. (zaneygraylady) - 5/7/2007 3:26 PM ET
very good
Kristy L. (kristyl) - 5/11/2007 10:09 PM ET
This has great tangibility and meter. Keep in mind which person you want to keep it in and maintain it throughout. Also, His scent (not sent) is on your neck. Good job!
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